I have nothing for you today. I thought about artist’s statements and the Arty Bollocks Generator, but couldn’t flesh anything out of that. I thought about the phrase “creative professional” and “creative” as a noun, and couldn’t do … Continue reading »“My Work Explores…”
Issue #1 Issue #2 ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ I don’t get out much during the day. I sleep late. No one calls private investigators before lunch anyway. I put up my collar as … Continue reading »New York Sour, Issue #3
So I was feeling all ill and gross yesterday and didn’t post anything, breaking my 16-day streak. Bummer. But never mind. These things happen. Frankly 16 days in a row is better than I thought I’d do. I haven’t … Continue reading »
Oh Sunday, Sunday! Why do you torment me so? I’m afraid I’m not in much of a mood for blogging tonight. I’ve nothing insightful to say, nothing particular to discuss. I am here, writing this now, because it is … Continue reading »
I wrote some fanfiction today for the first time in a long-ass time, and so what better topic to discuss in today’s blog post? I am a pro-fanfiction writer. I know that there are plenty of writers out there who … Continue reading »Fanfiction
Today I’ve had the most views in one day I ever expect to have – at least until I make another post about notebooks. A gratifying percentage stuck around to check out the rest of my blog, which was really … Continue reading »Art and Journalling
I believe I’m running out of things to say. Even if I make it all the way through August, I’ll be stymied when it comes to writing anything in September. Oh well. Today I’ll tell you about my Midori Traveller’s … Continue reading »Stationery: my Midori Traveller’s Notebook
See the dead on celluloid Dancing for a coin Down the shadows come, Hush the rhythm-drum And spirits join. See the dead on celluoid Beauty’s ashen grace Heavy footfalls crush, Upwards phantoms rush And zephyrs chase. See the … Continue reading »POEM: The Danse Macabre
Terry Pratchett describes the spark of an idea as follows: Inspirations sleet through the universe continuously. Their destination, as if they cared, is the right mind in the right place at the right time. They hit the right neuron, there’s … Continue reading »The Art of Writing Poetry
I have this little band of characters I don’t know what to do with. I found them one October in the run-up to NaNoWriMo. I decided to draw some tarot cards and base the characters on the cards, and wound … Continue reading »The Gang of Five